Lars Rasmussen has published two wworks with Serving House Books. His collection of tales, Come Raw, is available on Amazon.com, His What Can Buddha Teach the Rain?, with twenty poems to Han-shan and seventy poems ascribed to him is also available on Amazon.com.
Han-shan, the mythical T'ang poet, placed himself somewhere between the
camps of Daoism and Zen Buddhism, but Han-shan is a poetic invention—
and a good one, it seems, since ‘his’ poetry is being read, translated and
re-translated to this day. Once again, Han-shan comes to vivid life in this
new poetry collection
Lars Rasmussen's Come Raw offers a world of strange, haunting tales, sometimes lyrical, sometimes dark as deep Danish winter night, and sometimes both, and sometimes all of these things. There is even a story here written in Latin! Although it is followed immediately by the English version. Whether brief as a flaming match or burning more slowly, like a taper in the dark, these tales have a tendency to brand themselves into the reader's mind.
Selection from Come Raw
RIMBAUD, THE HUMAN GOD
The wonder of Arthur Rimbaud!
No, not the youthful raver, but the man, he who went to Abyssinia to trade in guns and ivory, he who let himself dry out by the sun and let his skin burn black for simple gain, Rimbaud the avaricious, Rimbaud the slave-trader!
The Rimbaud I adore is the one who killed a worker by throwing a rock at him, the one who kept a black woman as a sex-slave in his backyard, the one who threw into the flames the work of another man’s life: ten folios of meticulous anthropological records and maps, that’s the man who receives my homage!
The Rimbaud who no longer lived on illusions and assertions, but actively fought under the banner of death and whose poems were no longer composed of words, but of bones and dry skin and desert sand. The Rimbaud whose feverish visions and unintelligible outpourings no longer came from absinthe and hashish but from gangrene and cancer.
Rimbaud, the man-god! Tell me the number of your slaves, let me stack your gold bars! Lend me your gun, let me kiss your burnt skin! Take me into the the desert, show me a baking sun that can burn all sentimentality and delusion in my life to ashes!
Selection from What Can Buddha Teach the Rain?
ON TOP OF MOUNT HAN-SHAN
Standing on top of Mount Han-shan
I decide to dust my broom
The warm southern wind is blowing
The sky is clear of clouds
My cock points to the sky and explodes
As I watch my sperm fall freely
well over 5,000 feet
I shout to all corners of the world:
This is how I fertilize the earth
This is how the ocean is born
Information about the Author
Lars Rasmussen is a man of many parts: He has owned and managed an antiquarian bookshop in the center of Copenhagen, The Booktrader, for over twenty years now. As a publisher, he has issued excellent and rare works on South African jazz, golf and other topics as well as a CD recording series which includes both jazz and many of the greatest living poets in Denmark. And he has published many books of his own stories, not to mention his annual Christmas journal containing fiction, poems, essays, and art by many of his customers and he does have some impressive customers who include writers, musicians, artists, singers, actors, journalists, professors, and most of all readers.
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